Archive for the ‘Round 05’ Category

I guess I was looking to rekindle my confidence in my ability to create new things. I very easily get sucked into the literary equivalent of pushing your food around the plate to make it look more empty: editing and editing poems and never declaring them “finished”, getting zines ready to print but never printing them, stalling everything at the proofreading stage… something like rehab, which forces you to commit to creating new stuff on a regular basis, is the kind of thing that I generally respond well to.

In the end, I had a new 28-panel comic strip that I didn’t have before, and I’m pretty happy with that.

2. What was the most unexpected thing about this round?

I wasn’t expecting Nacho Ravioli, but I’m glad she turned up.

3. What – about your own comics – made you happiest during this round?

The way that I got a feel for drawing the two main characters. They sort of gained more definition re: their visuals every time I drew them. They’re quite well defined in my mind – and on the page – now, as opposed to the sketchy way they appeared when I first thought of them.

The other thing that made me happy was how friendly and encouraging and NICE everyone was in the comments. It really felt like our own little happy comic-loving community.

4. what – about your fellow rehabbers’ comics – made you happiest during this round?

I particularly liked the way people were taking photos of their comics instead of scanning them. There was something scruffy and handmade about that approach that I really liked.

Ah yes. We’ve had no power in our house since last night. No electrickery means no modem. We’ve got a workaround now, so here I am, a day late but still here. Colouring credit for this one goes to my 3yo daughter Oonagh. Our first online artistic collaboration!

Damn, these things come around so quickly! I thought I didn’t have to post a comic until tonight, so here’s a placeholder until I fulfill my rehab obligations later today. Sorry Amber, sorry everyone. Hate to be the first to stumble, but it was mere incompetence and vagueness, not comicker’s block or ennui or fear or anything like that, I promise.